You Can't

Violet

“I am done, “ I declare and lean back in the comfortable chair. “I can’t. That's it. “

I place my fork on my plate and a waiter comes to pick up the cutlery.

“What do you usually do on your days off?”

Dominic asks.

“I haven’t thought about this, actually. ”

I admit. “I am at the office most of the time. “

This is one of the reasons why everything feels absolutely amazing. It also feels like it’s happening to someone else.

At that moment the chef comes over and stands at our table. We are having a very late afternoon lunch in a traditional French restaurant, hidden in the small streets of the town. The restaurant is both close to the sea and close to the historical parts of the place.

“How is everything, “

The man asks in English and I am short for words.

“Amazing. It '’s… thank you. “

“I told you she would love it. “

The man tells Dominic and I am not even surprised they know each other.

“Thank you, Pierre, “

Dominic says and after a quick chat he has with